Whenever I see a shortlist, I always
feel the greatest insight can be gained by looking at who isn’t on it, rather
than who is. As a consequence, in light
of the T.S. Eliot readings last Sunday, I had a quick trawl through the PBS bookshop
for releases in the four quarters of 2024 (the main chunk of books that might
have been eligible) and noted that the following significant poets were all
absent from the shortlist (among many others, of course): Ian Duhig, Ruth
Padel, Niall Campbell, Kathleen Jamie, Rory Waterman, Claudine Toutoungi,
Carrie Etter, Jamie McKendrick, John Burnside, Paul Muldoon, Jackie Kay, Imtiaz
Dharker, Hugo Williams and Gillian Clarke.
The nature of a ten-person shortlist
is that many deserving poets will inevitably miss out. However, all of the
above might have hoped for inclusion on the basis of the C.V.s and/or the recent
reviews in broadsheets, etc, of their eligible collections.
Some might say there’s a changing of
the generational guard at play here, especially in terms of the likes of McKendrick
or Burnside, who obtained significant success in this prize (and in the
Forwards) in the past. Others, meanwhile, might suggest that the changing of
the guard is more aesthetic.
It might well be that tastes are shifting
at the top table of U.K. poetry prizes. This doesn’t mean, however, that
younger poets are not emerging within a similar poetic profile to those older
poets who’ve slipped through the shortlisting net. It simply means their work doesn’t
fit with current trends. In fact, several of the poets on the above list are
far from their dotage.
I’d suggest an analogy with
winemaking. When I first entered the trade, rosés were expected to possess a
deep and/or bright pink tone, whereas these days the vast majority of customers
demand an onion-skin style. Which style is better? Neither. Both can be ace.
Both can be awful. But I do admire the few contemporary winemakers who prefer
to continue making their rosés with a bright pink colour despite contemporary fashion,
thus staying true to their own interpretation of the genre in the face of lower
sales and less critical recognition. And the same goes for poetry.
In short, I’d argue that there’s no
actual changing of the guard in U.K. poetry. Several different and equally
valid approaches to the genre are co-existing as they always have done. The
only movement has been in terms of taste at some major prizes and publishers.
And as we know, those tastes will shift again, often in a cyclical pattern. The
key thing, as poets and readers, is that we remain brave enough to stay true to
ourselves, to trust our own instincts, whatever our preference.
Tuesday, 14 January 2025
A changing of the guard...?
Sunday, 22 December 2024
Americanised (sic) spelling
Leaving aside the thornily persistent issue of whether ize or ise is the more authentic British spelling, I have to admit that U.K. poets who use American spelling really do grind my gears.
What's more, I gather from other poets that certain U.S. poetry mags require American spelling and some U.K. mags demand British spelling. Both positions seem absurd to me. In fact, they're only a short step away from asking poets to correct their use of an expression or a phrasal verb because the meaning is different on the other side of the pond. All these would be red lines for me, as my spelling and choice of syntax represent a key part of the roots of my poetry.
Mind you, before anyone starts getting twitchy about the potential politics of the above statement, it's worth underlining that this is far from being a question of nationalism or Little Britain. Bearing in mind the negative effects of Brexit on every aspect of my life, I'm never going to be heading down that cul-de-sac! No, it's more to do with how our uses of language in our poetry express our origin and identity. And we all write through both, whether we like to admit it to ourselves or not...
Friday, 13 December 2024
If print is no longer king...
If print is no longer king, where's that defunct webzine who published a couple of my poems a few years back??!!
We're so immersed in digital worlds that we often forget just how unstable and temporary the internet is. Even fully funded websites can disappear soon after they run out of money to pay for hosting, unless they're lucky enough to be archived by the likes of the British Library. Still, at least I've still got my copies of printed mags stretching back to the 1990s...!
Wednesday, 27 November 2024
A new poem at Wild Court
I have a new poem up at Wild Court today. It might first seem about how rubbish I am at football. And it is! And I am! But it also implicitly reflects on elements of masculinity and nationhood. I hope you enjoy it...
Wednesday, 20 November 2024
On identity...
Friday, 15 November 2024
The Madrid Review podcast
I was the guest for the Madrid Review podcast last week. Grace Caplan was the interviewer with all sorts of unexpected questions, leading to discussions on belonging and estrangement, on the difficulties of translation, and on the genesis of my new poems that are in Issue Two of the mag. And I even gave a reading of them! You can have a listen to the podcast on Spotify via this link.
Tuesday, 12 November 2024
Poets for Movember at the MK Lit Fest
I'll be reading a poem tonight at this online event for the MK Lit Fest alongside a host of top-notch poets...